Wand Willow Novels & Stories

Willow was a veritable powerhouse, and she was unstoppable once she set her mind to something. I was happy with where my business was. I had no intentions of expanding my winery. My focus now was on my family, and somehow, over the past year, I’d managed to find a balance between my work life and my home life. I’d hired a fantastic publicist who had worked miracles in restoring my winery’s good reputation. I was perfectly content to grow my grapes and make my famous red wine blends. Willow had bigger dreams though, and so, I would stand by her and support her in her dreams.

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

Food was no longer scarce for them, so another primal urge took hold. There were women in the village, of course. Still, how could any country woman compare to someone as well kept as Eleanor? The roguish man, Wyatt Willowford, tucked his hands into his sleeves. "This is Willowford East territory. If you want to pass through, you pay a toll." He pointed at the snowmobile and then at Eleanor. "Leave either the bike or the woman. Pick one." Cyrus had not expected such brazen confidence. Did they think the gun in his hand was decoration?

I've never liked hospitals—too much waiting, too many endings disguised as hope. Willow walks beside me, silent but taut, like a bowstring pulled too tight. When we reach the room, she hesitates. Her hand curled around the edge of the doorway. "She's in there?" she asks, voice flat. I nod once. "She's weak. Not much time left, probably, but she's awake." Willow doesn't move at first. Then she squares her shoulders and steps in while I stay behind, leaning against the doorframe. Close enough if she needs me, but far enough to let her stand on her own.

It felt cold and closed in. "What about my car?" Willow finally broke the silence. "It'll be taken to the pack house," Japh replied. "We are here" Willow eagerly looked out the window and her jaw dropped when she saw the huge iron gates. "Cool" She said when the car rolled in. Finally, she'll make wolf friends and live in the same house as Jordan. He will train her and everything will be perfect in her life. She stepped out the moment Jordan did. Star walked to them.

But she also knew she couldn’t leave without checking it out. Dan was standing beside her, staring at the tall wired fence covered with barbed wires. He could see several cameras pointed towards the gate, but he didn’t see anyone around. “So,” he started, his voice low and uncertain. “Where are we exactly?” Willow glanced at him before she returned her attention to the property. “Hendricks’ Estate. I think it might be here.” Dan looked at her and frowned. “How can you be so sure?” Willow scratched the back of her head, biting her lip. “I’m not. But if not here, then where?”

And then I see Willow. She stands at the edge of the campus courtyard, her green hair shimmering unnaturally, her eyes alight with that dangerous glow, the same look she wore the day she aligned with Thalrion. She's not hiding her allegiance anymore; it radiates off her like fire. I grit my teeth, anger coiling in my stomach. She thought she could come here, flaunt her loyalty to a monster like Thalrion, and I wouldn't notice? Foolish girl.

She pressed the cool, firm vegetable against the mound of Willow’s pussy. Willow cried out, a muffled sound that Elaine quickly swallowed with a hungry kiss. Elaine’s mouth devoured Willow’s, her tongue plunging inside, exploring every crevice. Willow’s lips were soft, hesitant at first, then parting, allowing Elaine full access. Their tongues tangled together, and Elaine tasted wine. Her best friend's mother tasted so sweet and ready for the incoming play.

“That is more than I hoped for.” “It is decided,” Callan said. “We will perform the blood oath.” They stood together in his office while Vega produced a jewelled dagger. She cut her palm first, then handed it to him. He did the same. Their blood mingled in a goblet as she spoke ancient binding words. When they drank, the magic sealed encircling them like a tightening thread. “What is her name?” he asked quietly. “Rose.” He nodded, committing it to memory. “We must cast the protection spell now,” Vega said. “Take me to the most central point of your lands.”

Mary Wills,the most popular girl on campus stood in front of her blocking her way. Willow stood in silence, she knew Mary Wills had experience with older men. Rich men. She didn't want to burn the bridge and retaliate just yet,she might need her in future. "What happened? Cat caught your tongue, Willow or should I call you the next Mrs Green." Willow smirked. "Wow, you really are enjoying the money. Look at that outfit. Must be a fortune." Mary said as she pulled the sleeve down." Fair skin like that must have gotten you all of this."